Simon doesn't really go for the whole⦠Pride Month⦠thing. It's not offensive. He doesn't begrudge anyone else their celebrations, but he leaves the rainbows and parades to the younger generations.
As he smokes on a bench in the park, watching young men holding hands and laughing and bouncing around, he can't help but smile a bit. His back aches just watching some of the baby lesbians carrying each other this way and that, and he scrubs a hand over Toaster Strudel's head on his knee.
Simon chuckles as Kyle drops to sit next to him. "Savin' it for my 'usband, ain't I?"
"Husband?" Kyle chuckles and drapes his arm over the back of the bench. "Sounds serious."
"e's my world," Simon answers, too sincere. He drops his hand on Kyle's knee and tips his head to whisper, "Great cock."
The laugh that gets him is so beautiful that he can't help but lean in for a kiss.